Thank you, Thanksgiving, for coming around again when I needed you. Yes, I know that FDR decreed your placement on the fourth Thursday of November way back in 1941, but there's something about this time of year that's like Miracle Gro to an anxiety bloom way down deep in my heart. I have a lot, and what I have is good, but I've been spending far too much time lately thinking about how it could be better.
Oh, the list is endless. Seriously-- just endless. We have one bathroom, but I want two. If only we could enclose the side porch and make it usable space. The financial gymnastics we go through each month to keep things solvent around here are absolutely exhausting-- if only there was more money. Money, money, money. Blah, blah, blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
We are fine. We are happy. We are healthy. We are four, and that's not an easy accomplishment for every set of would-be parents. We have a roof, and two cars, and all kinds of insurance. Our kids have all four grandparents, lots of toys, and a cat. (Um. Actually, the cat hates all of us, but I digress.)
Anyway-- it's going to be nice to sit back and mull all that over next week. The general fineness of it all. And as an aside, I think I may just call every company that sends me a catalog and decline forever, because nothing sets off the "what ifs" like a stack of eye-candy from Hanna Andersson and Garnet Hill.
Furthermore, there's going to be nothing black about my Friday other than the mug of hot tea I'll be sipping when I get up at a normal, decent hour with an entire day to hang out with extended family. Suck on that, Target.
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Happy Thanksgiving!!! I've started my own little tradition of each day in November of counting a new blessing. It's been helping me with the "gimmes."
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